Sad for the Day

I called 9-1-1 tonight. And when they picked up and said "9-1-1 Emergency," I seriously almost peed my pants.

Balls.

You see -- I'm an on-call advocate for a crisis line. Tonight I got a call from someone who said they were "gonna slit their wrists." When that happens you try and "contract" with them. You say something like, "Can you promise me that you will be safe and take care of yourself until tomorrow when we can see you at our office?"

She said no.

So I had to call 911.
And she was a minor.
And that probably means they hauled her off to juvie.
Which I bet is really helpful--- not.

I feel useless.